Lyrics Brains - Eleventyseven

Rock and motherfuckin' roll won't ever be
As legit as when we were seventeen
You're forty-five rippin' Juuls outside of a teenage disco

Baby, I coulda swore I heard you say
Didn't mind if I got high on my birthday

Internet freshmen making the team
With some webcams and low self-esteem
All the cheap suits in the management team
Are gonna wish that I wasn't over it

Brains on the pavement
Garage-rock bands in the basement
Pawnshop pistol whip thе trigger click, back with the tempo
Wе could blow it up like Coke and a Mentos

Triple bypass on a hometown heartbeat
Checking out your name on the dive bar marquee, ooh
Sippin' on some green tea
Ram Dass psilocybin vibe innuendo

Baby, I coulda swore I heard you say
Didn't mind if I got high on a work day

Take a step back 'cause we're fighting the man
With a dab bag and a cellphone plan
All the hashtags in the back of my van
Are gonna wish that I wasn't over it

Brains on the pavement
Garage-rock bands in the basement
Pawnshop pistol whip the trigger click, back with the tempo
We could blow it up like Coke and a Mentos

Brains on the pavement
Garage-rock bands in the basement
Pawnshop pistol whip the trigger click, back with the tempo
We could blow it up like Coke and a Mentos